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satan is calling but we can’t be free with him we were falling now we stand as we are turned to stone we were giants of heaven now we are doomed for two thousand years we burned in sulphur and fire now we are sculptures in chains sculptures of pain our dreams of utopia were dreams that were real and some day we’ll be there in a time when our souls have been healed but wings have been broken eyes have been darkened by hate we’re trapped in this nowhere awaiting the time when we all shall be free sculptures of pain i – gabriel the angel a sculpture of pain in the middle of nowhere not heaven nor h*ll i hear him calling from his throne, i hear him cry he’s crumbled and broken and he sits where he sits made of stone we’re sculptures of pain we’re turned to stone but we shall be free his words are clear we were before we shall be again we are sculptures of pain crumbled angels of h*ll we’re meant to be we shall rule again, we shall be again we are sculptures of pain crumbled angels of h*ll we’re meant to be we shall rule again we shall crack the sh*ll and fly